Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

Volume One: Chapter 157 Parallel Universe Theory

Regarding this strange Granger, Nietzsche had a hundred questions in his mind:

What's her purpose here? What happens in the future?

But the most important thing is - what she has experienced.

Of course, he had no doubts until the other party took the initiative to say his name...because it's impossible to imitate someone from beginning to end, especially the persistence and temperament of Hermione Granger. .

So he was pretty sure the man's last name was Granger.

"Let's not talk about Hermione and I, who I have known since elementary school. It is enough to explain your origin clearly and within your own conditions." Nietzsche was deliberately phrasing.

The turned Granger's face was engraved with stories and experiences. On the right side of his view, there was a very obvious straight knife mark from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, and his skin looked very rough under the moonlight.

Completely different from Hermione, the kind that the Grangers would definitely feel distressed after seeing her.

"In the future, I want to go back to the past and make up for some... mistakes. It's that simple." Granger's indifferent attitude showed that he didn't want to say too much.

Maybe it was because Nietzsche was a Slytherin, or maybe it was because he was staying in what was supposed to be Malfoy's dormitory.

Even if he told Granger that Draco Malfoy was beaten out by him, she still wouldn't believe it---in her impression, Malfoy may be a weakling, but he is definitely not someone who can swallow his anger. people.

Granger was so good at restraint that Nietzsche did not notice many subtle changes in expression.

"So you went from the future to your third grade now..."

"No, no, no! Time is not the linear time of Back to the Future. How come you don't even understand this!" Granger said irritably, "Don't tell me that the person my Crookshanks found for himself turned out to be He's a scumbag."

"I'm second in grade!"

Nietzsche did not expect that he would also become the least popular among the achievement team.

"So who's number one in grade?"

"Hermione..."

"Ah, you scumbag." Granger laughed mockingly.

Nietzsche can guarantee that this year's school may be the safest, but he is the unluckiest in Hogwarts.

Perhaps because he saw that his brain was congested due to being hung upside down, and his speech began to be blurred, the compassionate Granger simply put Nietzsche down.

But when he put it down, his head made a dull collision sound with the floor, just like a judge hammering down the final verdict, and his hands were bound by magic and could only be held behind his back.

Just relying on the magic power that increases with age can suppress him to death.

"Since you are so powerful, why do you still come to me?" Nietzsche said stubbornly.

It was impossible for Granger to touch him. Let’s not talk about Hermione’s ‘protective shield’. Isn’t there Crookshanks’ gold medal to avoid death~

But even so, he still had to curse in his heart: little traitor.

"Because this is different from the past that I remember!" Granger crossed her legs and sat on the warm bed with Crookshanks in her arms. "I don't know you, and I remember that the second grader was always Ravenclaw. labor."

She deliberately raised her voice and slowed down her speech.

However, Nietzsche just leaned his back against the wall and yawned---it's funny, the first person Granger looked for was not Hermione.

"So?"

"This means a parallel world... Oh my God, how did you become the second one by being so stupid, relying on Slytherin's favor?"

Now, Nietzsche needs to add "Time Travel" to "Asteroid Dynamics" in his future study plan.

Granger rolled his eyes, and when he heard a few footsteps coming from the lounge, he quickly stood up and closed the door, adding a few sound-isolating magic and safety spells.

He was as cautious as if he had forgotten that this was Hogwarts.

Parallel universe... Nietzsche still heard this word in movies and comics.

"Crookshanks is very smart. He recognized me immediately, so there must be a reason why he asked me to come to you...Fxck, I never thought I would deal with a Slytherin." She said Crookshanks hugged him tightly.

Unconsciously, she buried her face in it, sucking the familiar cat greedily.

Nietzsche, who was accidentally stabbed, just thought to himself: It seems that she has suffered a lot of trauma. This kind of crazy energy... No, De warned Hermione to avoid becoming like this.

But it is difficult to open the heart of a person who has been traumatized by war. If this person is a wizard, it will be even more difficult.

"How much do you know about parallel worlds?"

When it comes to asking questions, both Granger and Hermione show that kind of confidence.

“I referred to the British physicist David Deutsch, who mentioned: If time travel is possible, then multiverses must exist, and Novikov’s self-consistency principle will not be touched. "

This time paradox is easy to understand:

If a person travels through time, then his past is the present, and the present is the future.

To put it simply - everything you do when you travel through the past will not change anything, because the world before the time travel is already the final ending after the changes.

"If this is a parallel universe, then I can interact with this environment at will, and there will be no restrictions on me." Granger explained carefully to Nietzsche who was dozing on the ground like a teacher.

"That's great, so you don't need to worry about anything." Nietzsche felt no pressure at all and fell to the ground against the wall.

He thought it was a difficult matter.

Just treat it as immigration, he thought there would be some butterfly effect or something.

"I have to go back." Granger grinded his teeth and said in a condescending tone, "My mission is to kill Malfoy..."

"Please~" Nietzsche raised his chin.

She really couldn't do anything with this Slytherin.

The hateful thing was that during the day she paid attention to Hermione, she found that Hermione here was not at the same level as Harry and others, let alone a friendship. Granger's intuitive feeling was-superior and subordinate.

And almost half of Gryffindor.

Granger didn't say anything, just stared at him straight, and her leather boots tapped rhythmically on the wooden floor.

"Da, da, da..."

"I have two plans. The first one is that although I don't know what you've been through, you can stay away from those things now. The second one is that you find a way to go back, and I will help you as much as possible."

Nietzsche couldn't stand her staring at him, so he could only give these two plans temporarily.

Thinking about the bad side, maybe she had lost a lot, so she was so desperate to travel back to the past to change some things, even after knowing the 'Novikov Self-Consistency Principle', she still had to try.

Maybe she had long understood that even if she returned to her own timeline, she couldn't change what had happened.

So Nietzsche could only give her two different hopes-live in a different way, or continue to move forward with her wishes.

"I need a lot of books in the library, including those in the restricted area and the Ministry of Magic." Granger looked at his age, and then added, "Borrow what you can borrow, and the rest..."

"No problem, so you can leave now, at least let me replenish my energy."

Nietzsche pushed Crookshanks away and got into the cup like a caterpillar rolling on the ground.

Very good, even the bed that had just been warmed up is cold!

Granger always felt a little strange, wondering why this Slytherin was so calm and agreed so readily.

This inevitably made her suspicious: Maybe he wanted to get some benefits from me...

Just as Granger sat down with her back against the dormitory door, holding two wands in her hands and preparing to take a break, Nietzsche suddenly said: "By the way, there is one more thing~"

Sure enough! He wanted to negotiate.

Granger knew that Slytherin was always driven by interests.

"Speak." She asked briefly.

Nietzsche rubbed his untied hands under the quilt, and Crookshanks snored beside his ear, as if to compensate.

"If you want to go out in the morning, remember to use the Disillusionment Charm to cover yourself... I don't want to be seen as a strange woman coming out of my room. Nothing else, mainly because I'm afraid Hermione will misunderstand~" he said hesitantly.

Granger's fist hardened.

Volume 1: Chapter 158 Invisible Tail

(Good evening, friends who support WBG, the plan has changed, the goal is to win the championship)

This was within Nietzsche's expectations - Ms. Granger is very honest, and... well... she sleeps soundly.

After he got up in the morning, he carefully took his wand from her hand, looked in the mirror on the desk for a long time, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he carried Crookshanks and walked out again.

He said he was carrying her, but in fact Nietzsche took her back himself.

'Why doesn't Granger go find her? ' He pinched Crookshanks' neck and happened to see Hermione who had just washed up in the lounge.

If you need help, then the first person to find should be yourself.

This is subconscious trust. In a strange and familiar environment, any normal person would find yourself first, but Granger chose a Persian cat with civet blood?

Because Gryffindor and Slytherin did not have any classes together on Tuesday morning.

So Nietzsche ran to the school library immediately after finishing the Transfiguration class in a hurry.

"Excuse me, Madam Pince. I need to borrow a book!"

"What kind of knowledge do you need to supplement?" She knew who it was just by the voice, and said without raising her head, "Charms is in the first three rows, and the runic dictionary is near the forbidden area."

He was a frequent visitor to the bookshelf. Nietzsche, who often met familiar faces, could always get better service from Madam Pince.

"Is there any off-the-beaten-path magic research, such as... time or space magic or something like that?"

"If it's alchemy, there are Egyptian research materials left by Dumbledore when he was a professor." Madam Pince lazily shook her wand and reminded, "Remember not to bring in the "Monster Book of Monsters."

She would mention this to everyone she met.

Because a student brought this book on magical zoology to the library yesterday, and left it behind when leaving, which made Madam Pince furious. When she opened the door today, she found that the ground was full of scraps of paper.

Those were all the "masterpieces" of the monster book that bites people.

"I didn't sign up for that course." Nietzsche found a light coming out of the bookshelf area.

Walking over, he saw a whole row of bookshelves filled with notes on alchemy. In one of the old books without a cover or a name, it was written that alchemy is not a spell, but involves elements that are difficult for wizards to control.

Any abstract concept is the field of alchemy.

Just as he frowned and looked through the materials of the Egyptian Alchemy Research Institute, he suddenly heard the sound of several cracked biscuits on his shoulder.

Looking back, Crookshanks, who was lying on his shoulder, was biting a few fish biscuits.

"How long have you been following?" Nietzsche's eyes twitched, he cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

"Just woke up." Granger suddenly appeared in Nietzsche's blind spot, "I've been here since you finished the Transfiguration class... Did you find anything?!"

"There is only one hour reversal spell on the record of time magic, and there is no record of any spell."

He looked at Granger and found that she was clearer than last night under the moonlight. He could see every detail of her body---thin figure, bad complexion, and the only lucky thing was that her eyes did not change.

There were biscuit crumbs and blood scabs in the cracks of her long nails. She was about twenty years old.

Granger turned her head and looked around, her eyes full of nostalgia.

"Of course not, that kind of spell is only known by the Unspoken... It's enough, as long as there is a way to repair the alchemical instrument." Granger said with a smile.

And this was the first time Nietzsche saw her smile, instead of looking bitter and resentful.

Perhaps she also realized the emotions she exposed, and only smiled for three seconds, and then immediately turned back to her original cold look. Nietzsche called this expression of tightly pursed lips and keeping silent "bat face".

"You became a Unspoken after graduation?" Nietzsche said, leaning against the bookshelf.

Granger was silent for a while, his fingers stiffened, and after a long time he said: "I didn't, I met a wizard from the Ministry of Magic at the 'Potter Radio', and then he died."

Nietzsche could already imagine the scene in the future---a group of people avoiding Voldemort's pursuit and communicating with each other in the underground area by radio.

He looked at Granger, who occasionally showed envy of the surrounding environment, and suddenly realized that Granger in front of him was not as lucky as Hermione. She had been struggling all the way, which could be seen from her unstable mental state.

Crazy woman...

"Sorry."

"What?" Granger thought he had misheard.

"How many Slytherins have joined you?" Nietzsche asked tentatively.

"Almost all the Gryffindors are dead. Hufflepuffs have the most people, and they can occasionally secretly help... In fact, Slytherin still had some people at the beginning, but later they were also killed by those pure bloods."

Granger did not lie, and would not lie about this matter.

Just as the two were immersed in their own fantasies, Madam Pince suddenly emerged from the bookshelf corridor.

"No eating in the library~" She glanced at Crookshanks and the biscuit crumbs on Nietzsche's shoulder, "Forget it this time, remember not to do it again next time, or I will drive you out with a broom!"